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Chapter 8: What She Has

"Why — why do you have a cock?" I stammered.

She fluttered her eyelids and rolled her eyes. Her cock waved in the air in front of me. The tip was swollen and glistening. I watched a single drip of pre-cum fall from it, trailing a gossamer strand.

"So I can fuck you with it. Why do you have one?"

Her shoe prodded under my skirts. The black patent leather bumped against my cage. It sent a jolt of muted feeling through me, but did little more than remind me of how hard I was. I stared at her, mouth agape. Another drop of pre-cum splashed onto the floor.

_Madame Belmont has a_cock!

"You have a cock because you're so much more fun with one," she said.

I tore my eyes away from her drooling shaft and looked up at her. She was grinning, her teeth glistening. Bright red lips pulled back into an animal snarl.

"Sissies are just more fun. Caged like that. Horny and desperate, tight in their cages because of their pretty dresses and sexy lingerie. Ah!"

She breathed out happily, curling a lock of hair around one perfectly-manicured finger. She bit her lip and glanced away from me.

"All that frustration and cum built up inside of you," she continued." You're the perfect slut. Horny and desperate and gorgeous."

As she spoke, she had slowly stepped towards me. Now her cock was almost brushing my cheek. I could feel heat radiate from it, could smell her musky scent. Pre-cum was spilling from in it in a thick stream now.

She's so big.

"I know what a sissy like you wants," she said softly. "What your body is aching for. But you can't have that, girl. Not unless I tell you that you can."

"What do I have to do?"

"To be unlocked?"

?I nodded eagerly.

"That's just it, Anna," she giggled, like this was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. "I'm never unlocking you. That cage is part of you now. You don't have a cock anymore."

She peered over her cock at me, making sure I understood the importance of her words.

"You have a clit."

I shuddered, her words slicing through me like a chill wind. No cock. No unlockings. Is that really what I wanted?

I've never been this turned on in my life.

"A clit," I repeated slowly, tasting the words in my mouth. "I have… a clit."

"A cute little clit that I get to use to drive you wild. To keep you horny and so desperate to cum that you'll do anything."

She swung her hips to emphasize her point. Her massive cock swung in the air between us, a slick ribbon of pre-cum trailing behind it. My eyes were fixed on it.

"Does my big cock make you all hard and frustrated in your cage?" she said with a mock pout. "Why don't you suck it and see if you can earn your little sissy orgasm. Prove to me that you deserve to cum."

I'd never even touched another cock before. And now I was supposed to suck one?

"I — I don't know if I can —" I managed, staring at her.

Her eyes narrowed, her face suddenly hardening and a slight, almost imperceptible way. Somehow, it made her look even more beautiful, her cheekbones like the chiseled edge of a diamond.

"That's what you're for, girl. To be my toy. My pretty little sissy fuckdoll."

The words made my cage twitch in my panties. I let out a low, quiet moan. I suddenly became keenly aware of my dress, my panties, my stockings and shoes. I was her sissy maid, pretty and helpless, completely under her control.

And, I thought with arousal where horror should have been. That's how I want it.

"Your fuckdoll," I said softly. "Your pretty fuckdoll."

The predatory grin spread across her face again, but her features didn't soften. "That's right. Because you know I'm never unlocking you. The point is to keep you locked up. You serve me. I cum, you stay desperate."

She leaned down and grabbed my head in her hand, fingers and thumb digging into my cheek. The sudden roughness of the movement made my stomach flip over. I felt very vulnerable. Every patch of exposed skin was a way for her to take me. Something was dribbling from my cage, smearing against the inside of my panties.

"Now suck my fucking cock," she hissed.